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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.