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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.