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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.