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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Television,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.