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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.