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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.