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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.