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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.