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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.