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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.