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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Q65,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.