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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.