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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.