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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
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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.