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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
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.