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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.