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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.