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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.