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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Cameo,
Q65,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.