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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.