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 Germany 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.