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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.