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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.