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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
PIL,
Q65,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.