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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.