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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
The Busters,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.