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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.