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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sun City Girls 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.