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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.