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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.