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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.