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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.