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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Technova,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
the Association,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.