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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Index,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.