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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.