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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.