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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.