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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer 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?
Gong,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Franke,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.