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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.