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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.