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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.