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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.