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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Nas,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.