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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.