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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Kayak to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
DNA,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.