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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
The Associates,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.