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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s 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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.