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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.