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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Japan,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.