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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.