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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 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 Joe Smooth 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.