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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.