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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Radiohead,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.