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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.