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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Crime,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.