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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.