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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
June Days,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.