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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Mummies to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.