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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.