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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
AZ,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
ABC,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.