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 France and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
10cc,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.