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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.