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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.