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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.