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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.