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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.