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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.