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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.