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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Television,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.