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 Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.