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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
The Martian,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.