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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the punk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.