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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.