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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Leaves to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.