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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.