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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.