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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.