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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.