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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 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 Stereo Dub 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.