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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.