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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.