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 Chile and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.