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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
This Heat,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.