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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.