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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
CMW,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.