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 United States 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.