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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.