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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Index,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.