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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.