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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Spokane.
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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.