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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.