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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.