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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Smog,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.