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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.