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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Deakin,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.