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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.