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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.