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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Can,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.