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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.