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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 New Order to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.