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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.