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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.