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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.