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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.