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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.