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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.