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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.