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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.