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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.