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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.