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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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?
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.