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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.