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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.