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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Can,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.