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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.