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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Nico,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.