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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.