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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.