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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Crime,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.