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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
the Association,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.