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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Motorama,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.