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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.