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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.