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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.