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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.