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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.