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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.