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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.