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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.