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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.