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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.