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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.