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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.