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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.