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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Pole,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.