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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.