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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Index,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.