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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.