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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.