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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.