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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.