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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.