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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Visage to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.