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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.