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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.