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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.