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 Swaziland 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Wire,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Can,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.