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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.