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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.