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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.