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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Franke,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.