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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.