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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.