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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.