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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.