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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.