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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.