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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.