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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.