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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Faust,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Wire,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.