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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.