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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.