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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.