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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.