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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.