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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.