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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.