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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Byrd,
The Fall,
Scion,
Slave,
Smog,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.