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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.