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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Index,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.