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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.