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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Move,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.