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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
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De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Pole,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.