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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.