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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.