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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.