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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.