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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.