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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.