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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Qualms,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.