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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.