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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Scion,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.