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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.