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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.