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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
UT,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.