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 Iceland and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.