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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.