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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.