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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.