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 Chile 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.