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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.