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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.