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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.