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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Saints to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.