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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
JFA,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.