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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.