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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.