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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Symarip to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.