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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.