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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.