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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.