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 Congo 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.