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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.