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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.