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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.