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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.