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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Magma,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.