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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Zapp,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.