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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.