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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.