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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.