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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.