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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.