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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.