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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.