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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
ABC,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.