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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.