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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.