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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.