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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.