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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Slits to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.