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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.