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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.