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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.