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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
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.