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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.