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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.