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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lakeside 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.