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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.