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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.