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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Niagra,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.