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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Urselle,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.