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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.