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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Pole,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
10cc,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.