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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.