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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
the Swans,
The Wake,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.