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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.