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-Bissau and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.