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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Smog,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.