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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.