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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 Slackers to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.