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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Nas,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.