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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
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.