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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.