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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.