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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Five Americans to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
The Names,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.