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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.