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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.