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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.