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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Technova,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.