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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.