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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Can,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.