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 Ecuador 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.