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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 clarinet 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Nas,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.