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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.