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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Swans to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.