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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.