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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Pole,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.