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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.