Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.