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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.