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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.