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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.