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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.