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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
CMW,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.