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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.