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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Organ,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.