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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Trojans to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.