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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.