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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.