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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.