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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.