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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.