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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.