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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.