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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
X-101,
The Remains,
Brick,
Magma,
Gong,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.