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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.