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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.