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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.