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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.