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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.