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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Count Five to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.