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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.