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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.