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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.