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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.