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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.