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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.