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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.