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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.