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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.