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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.