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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.