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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Index,
Cameo,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.