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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.