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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.