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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.