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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Television,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.