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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.