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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.