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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.