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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Fear,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.