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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.