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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.