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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.