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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fear to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.