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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.