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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Leaves 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.