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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.