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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.