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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
DNA,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.