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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.