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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.