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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.