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 Pakistan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 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 electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.