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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.