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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Faust,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.