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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.