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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.