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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.