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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.