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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.