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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.