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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.