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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
X-102,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Technova,
Motorama,
the Association,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.