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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.