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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.