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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.