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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.