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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.