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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.