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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.