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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Skaos,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.