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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.