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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Index,
Rakim,
UT,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Wire,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.