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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.