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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.