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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Faust,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.