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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.