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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.