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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.