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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.