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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.