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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deakin 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.