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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker 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?
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.