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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.