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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.