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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.