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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.