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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.