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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.