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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.