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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Yaz,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.