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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Franke,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.