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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.