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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.