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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.