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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.