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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.