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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.