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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.