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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.