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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.