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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.