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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.