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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.