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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.