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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.