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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.