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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.