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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Can,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.