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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.