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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.