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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.