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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.