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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.