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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.