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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.