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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Hashim,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.