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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.