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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.