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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.