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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.