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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Brick,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Franke,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.