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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.