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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.