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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.