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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.