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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Ossler,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.