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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bill Wells 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.