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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.