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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.