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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.