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 China and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Mars,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.