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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
10cc,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.