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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.