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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.