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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Television,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.