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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 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 UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.