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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.