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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.