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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
June Days,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.