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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.