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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.