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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.