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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Nico,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.