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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 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 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band 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?
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.