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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Jandek,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.