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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.