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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 the Human League to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.