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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.