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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.