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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.