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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.