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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.