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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.