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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Television,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.