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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.