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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.