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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.