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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.