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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.