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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Franke,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.