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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.