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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.