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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.