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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Can,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.