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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.