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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.