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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.