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 Togo and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.