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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.