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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.