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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.