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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Gong,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Japan,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.