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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.