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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.