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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 808 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.