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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Scientists,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Cameo,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.