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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.