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 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Wire,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.