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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.