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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.