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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.