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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.