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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.