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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.