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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.