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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Little Man,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.