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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Erykah Badu 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.