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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.