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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.