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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.