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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Little Man,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.