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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ice-T to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.