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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.