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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Scion,
Hardrive,
AZ,
UT,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.