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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.