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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
AZ,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.