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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.