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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.