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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Remains to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.