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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Franke,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.