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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.