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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.