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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.