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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Selecter to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
10cc,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.