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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.