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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
UT,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.