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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Organ,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.