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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.