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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.