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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.