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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Neu!,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.