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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.