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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.