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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 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 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 Germs to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.