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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.