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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.