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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.