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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.