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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.