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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.