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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.