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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.