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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.