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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.