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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Echospace,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.