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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.