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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.