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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
June Days,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.