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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.