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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.