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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.