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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.