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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Index,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.