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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.