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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
The Move,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Slave,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.