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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.