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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.