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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.