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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.