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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.