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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.