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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.