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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.