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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.