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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.