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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
X-102,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.