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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.