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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.