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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.